Long Story #12: Pungent Pageantry (Part 2)

(Continued from Part 1) Natalie nodded and tossed the sleeper at him, "I do. Now put it on and let's see how it fits." Miles looked at the taller girl, expecting that she'd at least leave the dressing room, but she just stood there with her arms crossed, waiting for him to get started. "Uh, can I get some privacy?" "Just put it on, it's not like I'm telling you to get naked! What, afraid I'll make fun of your underwear or something?" "N-no! I just..." The girl let out an exasperated sigh and suddenly reached down to pull down his pants. Miles let out a surprised squeak and Natalie made a face at what she saw, "Geeze, boys always have the dumbest looking undies. Does having 'Superman' on your butt make you feel tough or something? And didn't anyone teach you how to wipe?" The skidmarks made the Superman logo on the back of his briefs seem less impressive, not to mention the faint yellow staining in front of the briefs, which were also typical for a boy who finished up too quickly at the urinal. "Or did you just have a little accident at some point?" She teased, playfully pulling back on the waistband of his briefs, as if to check for a pantload on a preschooler. "L-let go! I'll put on the dumb pajamas, I don't need your help!" She finally stepped back and let Miles take his shirt off, so that he could start stepping into the sleeper. "Just don't have any accidents in your costume, baby boy. They belong to the theater department." Miles puffed out his cheeks and tried to ignore the joke, instead getting his other leg into the sleeper, before beginning to pull his arms through the sleeves. It was a somewhat tight fit, at least due to his height, since contrary to what Natalie insisted, he was taller than a Kindergartner. Once he was in, he tried reaching behind himself to handle the zipper, but he couldn't reach it. "Why is the stupid zipper on the back?" Natalie giggled and stepped forward, reaching out to zip him up. "There we go...Now let's see how you look. Do a little spin for me." Miles groaned, but complied, giving a halfhearted twirl for the girl to see how the garment fit on him. The pajamas were a funky fit for sure; they were definitely meant for someone a little bit shorter, but also for someone who was a more pudgy build. Natalie frowned and pinched the seat of the sleeper, pulling it out a bit. "Hmm, you're not filling it out all the way...The back and front are too baggy around your butt and your inseam. That's okay, I was worried this might happen when I was casting the role in the first place. Freddy didn't need them, but Mrs. Birch got me something to use." The girl went and dug around the costume cabinet, before returning with something white in her hand. Miles was confused at first, until Natalie let it unfurl in front of him: it was a big diaper! "I'm not gonna wear that! I might be playing a toddler, but I don't need Pampers too!" Natalie smirked, "Yeah, ya do. As I said, you're not big enough to fill out the costume the right way, so think of it as just another part of the pajamas. Nobody will even know, since they'll be underneath. This is my big directorial debut and I'm not going to have one of my stars ruining it by having a droopy costume." His arguments got him nowhere, except to a place where Natalie was more incensed and rude about getting him properly dressed for the role. By the end, Miles was indeed wearing the puffy diaper underneath his sleeper, and it had the desired effect of giving his costume a more realistic, full look to it. She then handed him a stuffed bear and took him back out to the stage to rehearse with everyone else. That's how it went all week. Miles even tried to talk to Mrs. Birch about the whole diaper fiasco, but the woman merely said that it wasn't a big deal and that it only helped him to look more like the character he needed to portray. She was totally on Natalie's side on this, meaning there was no hope of getting out of it. The rest of the kids in the program, especially the younger ones, made constant remarks about his 'costume' and teased him throughout the whole week of practicing. Finally, it was the day of the pageant, and Miles just wanted to get it over with. The auditorium was full of kids, parents and teachers, and the backstage was full of frantic actors who were readying to perform. Natalie gave him a pat on the butt, producing a crinkle from the diaper underneath, and told him that he better not screw up his part. The program was a little over an hour long. It was partially a 'play', about three kids on Christmas eve, but was primarily centered around singing songs about the holidays. Miles found himself nervous about waddling out there, looking like this, especially when his fellow 'leads' were playing the role of his big 'brother' and 'sister'. Miles got a little more confident after his first scene, likely due to the very few lines he had in it, and he did a decent job of performing his first song too. Afterwards though, he began to feel the urge to pee, probably due to his nerves and all the juice he'd had in the baby bottle he drank on stage. He mentioned his plight to Natalie, but she just told him he'd have to hold it until the intermission. Miles certainly tried, but little dribbles came out here and there throughout the next few scenes, not helped by the anxiousness he felt and the physicality of his role. By the time the official intermission came, Miles no longer had to go, but his diaper was a little soggy. He was impressed by how well it'd held up to his leaky bladder, and it didn't even show all that much in terms of swelling! So instead of using the intermission to go to the bathroom, or to change his diaper, he sat backstage and filled his gullet with snacks. The wet Pampers weren't too uncomfortable, and changing would require him to ask where the rest of the diapers were, so he decided he'd just wait it out and dispose of the diaper after the pageant was over. The program resumed and Miles went back out to continue his performance. Things again turned south about fifteen minutes in; he'd been singing his second song, and he'd started to feel some intense cramping inside his lower gut. His gluttonous snacking had pushed things further down inside his bowels, and the urgency was rapidly rising to do something about it. After his song, he went backstage and pleaded with Natalie to let him go to the bathroom real quick. The girl was furious he hadn't gone during the intermission, but told him he had less than ten minutes before he needed to be back on stage for his final song. She allowed him to leave, but warned that he'd be in for a world of hurt if he was late. Miles swiftly exited the auditorium from the backstage and toddled toward the nearest boy's room. He was starting to rip farts in his soggy diaper, and he knew he didn't have much time left to hold things back. Once he got into a stall though, he quickly realized a flaw in his plan: he couldn't unzip himself out of the pajamas. Natalie had helped him in and out of his costume all week, so he hadn't really thought about how he couldn't reach the zipper to handle it himself. He would need to quickly head back and beg for her to unzip him and stall the pageant. However, as he was heading back inside through the back door, his own 'back door' had failed him. A cold sweat gripped the back of his neck, and Miles froze in place, his stance stiffening and his knees knocking together. His fists were balled up, his lips were pursed, and he could feel a large log beginning to push itself out past his clenched buttcheeks. The turd squeezed itself out with only resistance from the diaper itself; the backside of his sleeper slowly puffed out as the steamer crashed and coiled into a hefty solid mass in the bottom of his Pampers. He'd really just pooped in his pants, and he'd wet himself some more too in the process. The warm load simmered underneath his butt, firmly in place and radiating its heat evenly. "Good, you're back. Your part is about to happen, get out there!" Miles was snapped out of his pantspooping stupor by the agitated director that'd been the bane of his existence for this whole week. She grabbed him by the shoulders, unaware he'd soiled himself, and she shoved him in the direction of the stage. The boy had to adapt fast as he stumbled onto the stage. He was supposed to be waiting for Santa Claus in this part, sitting next to the tree with the other two kids. They gestured him over, unsure why he was so late, since the curtain was about to go up for their final song. Miles picked up his teddy bear and gulped, waddling over to the tree. He sat down and grimaced as he could feel the warm pile smearing across his bottom and creeping into the front of the diaper; his co-stars luckily didn't seem to hear the subtle squishing, and the smell wasn't yet too apparent. The curtain came up, and the trio began to read their lines about how they couldn't wait for Santa to come. Miles' character, being the naive baby, was supposed to inquire how they'd know when Santa was coming, which is what segued the last song and dance. "Up on the rooftop, reindeers pause! Out jumps good old Santa Claus!" The dancing was definitely more difficult in a poopy diaper, and all the motions were starting to make a second wave all the more inevitable in his pants. The audience could surely notice that his dancing was more awkward now, much like a real toddler, and his backside was looking much more clearly diapered. Near the end of the song, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he just let loose. The music shielded against the sloppy outburst, covering the sound of his shameful act. His diaper bulged further and further with each uncontrollable spasm, more and more hot, sticky poop getting packed right into the seat of his Pampers. Natalie had wanted realism, she had wanted to make sure that Miles was filling out his costume properly, and it would seem that she had succeeded far more than she could have imagined. Miles might be playing a toddler, but he was doing more than 'playing' right now. The song came to an end, and it was time for the kids to head offstage, so that 'Santa' could come and have his part. The script called for their departure to be due to diaper duty, which had inadvertently become more truthful than it was in the rehearsal. "P.U! I think the baby has a stinky diaper! We better go find mommy and daddy!" The girl playing his sister announced. "Yeah! We don't want to scare Santa away with the stink!" The 'brother' laughed, reading his lines. The pair lead him off the stage and the crowd erupted with laughter, first at the toilet humor, and then at the sight of the his diaper, which had actually bulged enough to pop the buttons on his pajamas and the soiled seat was now sagging out in the open. The only saving grace was that they seemed to all think it was a part of the play, and not that he'd really crapped himself. By this point, Miles straight-up smelled like poop, and his costars had taken notice of what he'd done. They justifiably ribbed him and took him to Natalie to explain the situation. Instead of being angry that Miles had ruined the play, she instead praised his performance and gave his lumpy diaper a firm squeeze. "You really got into your role, huh? I knew you'd be perfect for the part! Just wait until I tell Mrs. Birch about this; she'll see that I'm the best director she's ever had!" Miles just wanted to change, before anyone else realized what he'd done, but instead, Natalie buttoned his drop-seat back up and gave him a pat on the squishy behind. "Go take your bow with everyone else, stinky. You've earned it! Then we can go find someone to change your icky diaper." Miles groaned and waddled back out to join all the other actors, wondering how he'd ever live this down and silently cursing the Kindergartner who'd gotten sick and shifted this role onto him.